Love and Let Go ↔ Yang Jungwon

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Giselle was following her daily agenda: staring at the ceiling on her bed while contemplating her life.

It was one of those free-for-all days since teachers had parent teacher conferences. And well, she was an orphan, so she had nothing to worry about. One of the perks of not living with your guardian, she supposed.

But she was so bored. Sulking in your room could ever be so interesting to one for so long. She only lasted 10 minutes before she got tired of staring at her blank ceiling.

So when she heard her phone rang, she leapt from her bed and scurried to the phone before accepting the call and holding it up to her ear. "Hello?"

"Hey, Giselle."

"Jungwon?" Giselle recognized his voice and brought her phone to her mouth. "Are you sick? Why is your voice so croaky?"

"I... just woke up. I'm fine."

"Did you eat your breakfast yet? It's 11 A.M."

"...N-No?"

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Why not?"

"My parents already left for work and my sister is at the university."

"Why were you sleeping until 11?"

"I was... thinking. I couldn't fall asleep."

"It's not healthy to not eat breakfast, I'm coming over, right now, Yang," she orders, somewhat surprised that she would do something this bold. Huh.

"It's fine... I'm not sick."

"Doesn't sound like that. I'm still coming anyway."

With that, she hung up the call and dressed herself in a new outfit. She grabbed her bag with her phone and ran out of her apartment.

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Giselle lightly rang the doorbell anxiously. Did Jungwon catch the flu? God, he had to take care of himself.

Soon enough, the door opened, revealing a sleepy Jungwon with bed hair. His eyes were puffy and a pinkish red. He blinked groggily at the brunette, "Why are you here?" he muttered in confusion, consumed by fatigue. Jungwon swayed.

"Woah, there!" Reflexively, she caught him before straightening him up. "You need some rest and breakfast." she told him.

When she entered the house, a wave of deja vu washed over her. His home seemed to be no different from the last time she had been here. Hauling the taller boy, she settled him into a seat at the dining table before leaving to make him a cup of tea. When Giselle returns, she sets down the porcelain mug and gently places one hand over his forehead. Shefrowns. "You don't seem to be sick," she observed.

A yawn escapes Jungwon's mouth. "That's because I'm not," he insisted.

"Then how come your eyes are puffy? You couldn't even stand up right at the door earlier." Concern laced her voice as she leaned forward, "Jungwon? Did something happen?"

He hesitates and looks at her straight in her eye. Fatigue and wariness clouded his usual shiny boba eyes. He clutched the mug tightly, inhaling its scent. Slumping in his chair, he mumbles, "I had a dream."

"A dream?"

His eyes darted to his surroundings, everywhere but her eyes. "I had a flashback. To the day where Sakura's funeral was held."

His voice was barely audible, no higher than a whisper, yet Giselle could detect all the emotions he felt. Longing. Regret. Despair.

A wave of understanding washed over her. "You want to see her grave. You want to move on."